✦ On masking: 001
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They made “comfort zone” sound like a trap - something small and cowardly you’d outgrow if you were brave enough. So women like us kept leaving, kept stretching, kept performing discomfort as proof of ambition. We became experts at being somewhere we didn’t belong.
Your comfort zone was never the problem. It was the only place telling you the truth.
What if you stopped escaping it and started excavating it instead? The woman you’ve been performing around doesn’t live out there in the discomfort. She’s been here the whole time - in the quiet, in the depth, in the place you were always told to leave.
